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Continue reading →: Meet SophiaThe warm sun hangs high over the Kentucky countryside, the sweet aroma of aging whiskey floating on the breeze. It’s carried from the nearby rickhouse, where barrels of bourbon sit quietly in oak, waiting for their time to come. Stepping out of the car, I smooth the wrinkles that have…
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Continue reading →: Novel TeaserFloyd’s jaw tightens, and he looks down, scuffing the toe of his boot against the dirt like he’s trying to figure out how much more to tell me. “Listen Opal, I have told you too much …” “Floyd,” I interrupt, stepping closer, my heart beating faster now. “You said she’s…
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Continue reading →: Holiday MassacreThe teenager’s laugh was chilling. I was so frightened I couldn’t move. “You’re not so fast now, are you?” she taunted. This was such a humiliating yet brilliant punishment, no one had ever tried this method before. She had surgically removed my buddy’s leg before going in to oven. It…
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Continue reading →: Halloween PartyFlapper Girl loved Wilma more than Halloween itself. Wilma was candy corn to Flapper Girl’s Snickers bar, together they were the trick and the treats at every Halloween party. They met on the stoop of a raging Halloween party. Flapper Girl was fighting her way through the other costumed guests…
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Continue reading →: Homework assignmentMy creative writing class’s homework assignment this week was to write a story about going to a party in the first, second, and third person. I hope you enjoy the stories, please leave feedback in the comments 🙂 You always sing along with the radio while riding in the car.…
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Continue reading →: Bourbon BuddiesThey couldn’t have imagined an evening as perfect as this one was. The crisp autumn air in contrast with the soft crackling fire in the chimenea. The flickering shadows danced across the patio as the smell of burning wood mingled with the rich scent of bourbon. Jason leaned back in…
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Continue reading →: The Break Up“The hotter, the better,” she whispers as she turns on the faucet. Soon, steam rises from the shower and clings to the mirror. Eyeing the water droplets rolling down my neck, she reaches for the shampoo and lets it pool in the middle of her soft hand. Washing her hair…
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Continue reading →: A Real Barn FindReporter: “Ok, last question for today, tell us, Larry, what is the strangest thing you have seen in the forty years of owning Big Larry’s Auction House?” Big Larry: Well, one story comes to mind. I can’t tell you where the property is, but I can tell you that it…
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Continue reading →: Key to my heartI remember when I first knew she was the one, the day I gave her the key to my heart. It was a beautiful evening, and we enjoyed dinner on the beach. Dating for a year, I decided this anniversary vacation was a perfect time to show her how much…
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